Ok, I know that I should be writing the 6th chapter of "The Gifted", but an idea for a
story popped into my head while I was at work today. I wanted to start on it before I forgot
about it. And I believe that it's coming along better than my first story, with this one, I actually
have the whole storyline mapped out. Well, I will have the next chapter of The Gifted out soon,
but in the meantime, enjoy this.
I don't own anything, not even a car, so don't sue me! You wouldn't get anything,
because I don't even have a penny to my name!
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Duo's POV
I knew I had a big mouth. I knew I annoyed some people, and sometimes I did it on
purpose. I didn't think my big mouth would ever get me in so much trouble. Well, actually,
Heero always threatened me whenever I bothered him too much, but he never acted upon it. I
should have known better.
You see, Heero had kicked me out of the house. I suppose he did it because I was too
loud and he really didn't want to kill me to get me to shut up, so he just put me out. So I went
down the street to the arcade my friend Andrew owned. I hang out there whenever Heero
decides to kick me out of the house, which happens to be all the time. Well, when I got to the
arcade, I noticed the fact that Andrew wasn't there. I was sort of disappointed, because I really
wanted to talk to him. The guy behind the counter told me that Andrew was out of town visiting
his girlfriend.
I looked at the clock. Heero wouldn't be cooled off for at least another 2 ½ hours. I
had to find something to do. So I wandered around the arcade. I spotted a group of guys
surrounding my favorite game. I heard one of the guys playing boasting that he was 'THE' best
player around when it came to that game and that the initials, DMS were his. I knew for a fact
that this guy was lying through his teeth because those initials were mine. DMS stood for Duo
Maxwell, Shinigami. I knew I should have left it alone and just let him boast to his friends, but I
was looking for something to do and he was just asking for a challenge. So I walked over to
him and called him a liar.
The group of guys stopped talking the moment the word liar left my mouth. The punk
who was boasting stared at me, sizing me up. Then he sneered at me and turned to his friend.
"Do you believe this guy?!?!" the guy said to his friend with a short laugh.
"Yeah," his friend said, "Who do you think you are?"
I should have just turned around and left. Or better yet, I shouldn't have said anything
in the first place. But I have a big mouth and a large ego that just gets in the way sometimes. So,
instead of listening to my instincts, I went ahead and boasted.
"Well, I happen to be the one who earned the highest rank on that game. I'm DMS." I
replied.
The boasting punk laughed at me. "DMS, huh? Does it stand for Dumb and Mighty
Slow?" and he and his dumbass friend laughed at his stupid joke.
I shook my head. He almost wasn't worth the trouble – Almost. Instead of backing
down (yeah right, like I'd ever do that!) I challenged him to a game. The loser had to admit he
lied and had to give the winner 10 bucks. Everyone thought it was fair, including the boasting
punk, although he was reluctant to agree at first.
10 minutes later, I had earned the highest score and put my initials right up under the
first ones. I was happy, I did a little dance and whopped and hollered. The boasting punk
handed over the 10 bucks, but he looked really pissed off and was reluctant to release the
money. I felt sorry for him, so I shook his hand, told him it was a good game and that I had
never played anyone who played as well as he did (which was a total lie, because Heero could
kick my butt in this game with his eyes closed.)
The punk and his friend left the arcade and the rest of the crowd dispersed and went to
watch or play other video games. I hung out inside the arcade for a while, but I got bored
quickly. So I decided to leave and get something to eat, after all, I did earn myself 10 dollars.
Usually, I go to a pizza place I really like around the corner from the arcade. Depending
on my mood, sometimes I walk around the corner, and other times I take the alleyway. That
day, I was hungry, so I took the alleyway. How was I supposed to know that that boasting
punk was pissed off that I made a fool of him? How was I supposed to know that the $10 he
gave me was all the money he had? How was I supposed to know that he had a violent temper?
How was I supposed to know he had a switchblade in his pocket? I wasn't, but I should have
kept my big mouth shut.
As I turned down the alleyway, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and there
was the punk and his friend. They didn't look too happy. I decided to lighten up the situation
with one of my jokes. I forgot that most people don't think my jokes are all that funny. In fact,
most of my jokes get some people pissed off, which was the case for the punk. He rushed me
and the next thing I know is the searing pain in my stomach.
"This'll teach you to put your nose where it doesn't belong and keep your mouth shut."
He whispered in my ear as I slumped down against the wall, the blade still in my stomach. He
took the blade out and wiped my blood on my shirt. Then he reached in my pocket and took
the $10 I won from him. With a short laugh, he and his friend walked away, leaving me alone in
the alleyway, bleeding.
Now, I've felt quite a lot of pain in my days as a Gundam pilot, but never this terrible.
Still I managed to stand up and make my way to the apartment I shared with Heero. As I
entered the room we shared, I found that he was still working on that damn laptop he insisted
on working with day in and day out.
I stood in the doorway, looking at my roommate, my comrade, my best friend, my
lover. He was truly a sight to be held, even with his back turned towards me. To think that I
considered him my family was both depressing and appraising. I loved him, and deep down, I
knew that he loved me, too. But that day, he did something that made me doubt that love.
As I entered the room, I let out a small whimper, I couldn't help it, I was in pain. But
Heero practically barked at me.
"What do you want, Duo? I don't need any of your loud-mouthed antics right now.
Please leave before I'm forced to hurt you."
I had to admit that I was surprised that he actually said a whole sentence to me, but I
was still in pain. And I was losing a lot of blood quickly. So I tried to tell him.
"Heero…." I tried to tell him, I swear, but my voice seemed to have disappeared.
"Not. Another. Word. Please leave." He barked once more at me. He didn't even turn
around to look at me. I whimpered again, turned around and left. I think I got blood on most of
the walls as I headed for the door. My vision was blurry and I was having trouble standing up
straight, so more than likely, I bumped and brushed against most of the walls of the apartment.
The moment I got to the street, I headed for the hospital. I tried to stop some people
and ask for help. I could hardly see and I was getting weaker by the minute. But everyone I
tried to stop would just look at me disgustedly and walk around me. I suppose I had the black
close I was wearing to blame. No one could see the blood that was hidden in my black shirt
and pants. I was practically crying by the time I got 3 blocks away from my apartment. I knew I
wasn't going to make it.
Finally, I just gave up. I went up to a building and slumped against the wall. And as I sat
there, I thought to myself that if I hadn't taken the time to try and tell Heero, I might have made
it to the hospital. For some odd reason, I found that funny.
"I'm dying and no one cares." I thought to myself, as the people on the street stepped
over me and continued to walk down the street. My vision was getting worse. There was a dark
haze surrounding my vision and everything was getting darker. I was getting scared, but there
was really nothing that I could do. Just before everything got dark, I heard someone call my
name. I looked up and saw the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen. I thought to myself that
my guardian angel was coming to take me to the other side. And at the same time I thought this,
I also thought to myself, why are those beautiful eyes filled with horror and worry? And before I
could think anything else, darkness took me.
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Okies! I was planning on not having chapters with this particular story, but what the
heck! I thought it was getting too long and I'm too tired to try and finish this tonight. I think It's
coming along nicely, don't you think? Well let me know!
story popped into my head while I was at work today. I wanted to start on it before I forgot
about it. And I believe that it's coming along better than my first story, with this one, I actually
have the whole storyline mapped out. Well, I will have the next chapter of The Gifted out soon,
but in the meantime, enjoy this.
I don't own anything, not even a car, so don't sue me! You wouldn't get anything,
because I don't even have a penny to my name!
3 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3
Duo's POV
I knew I had a big mouth. I knew I annoyed some people, and sometimes I did it on
purpose. I didn't think my big mouth would ever get me in so much trouble. Well, actually,
Heero always threatened me whenever I bothered him too much, but he never acted upon it. I
should have known better.
You see, Heero had kicked me out of the house. I suppose he did it because I was too
loud and he really didn't want to kill me to get me to shut up, so he just put me out. So I went
down the street to the arcade my friend Andrew owned. I hang out there whenever Heero
decides to kick me out of the house, which happens to be all the time. Well, when I got to the
arcade, I noticed the fact that Andrew wasn't there. I was sort of disappointed, because I really
wanted to talk to him. The guy behind the counter told me that Andrew was out of town visiting
his girlfriend.
I looked at the clock. Heero wouldn't be cooled off for at least another 2 ½ hours. I
had to find something to do. So I wandered around the arcade. I spotted a group of guys
surrounding my favorite game. I heard one of the guys playing boasting that he was 'THE' best
player around when it came to that game and that the initials, DMS were his. I knew for a fact
that this guy was lying through his teeth because those initials were mine. DMS stood for Duo
Maxwell, Shinigami. I knew I should have left it alone and just let him boast to his friends, but I
was looking for something to do and he was just asking for a challenge. So I walked over to
him and called him a liar.
The group of guys stopped talking the moment the word liar left my mouth. The punk
who was boasting stared at me, sizing me up. Then he sneered at me and turned to his friend.
"Do you believe this guy?!?!" the guy said to his friend with a short laugh.
"Yeah," his friend said, "Who do you think you are?"
I should have just turned around and left. Or better yet, I shouldn't have said anything
in the first place. But I have a big mouth and a large ego that just gets in the way sometimes. So,
instead of listening to my instincts, I went ahead and boasted.
"Well, I happen to be the one who earned the highest rank on that game. I'm DMS." I
replied.
The boasting punk laughed at me. "DMS, huh? Does it stand for Dumb and Mighty
Slow?" and he and his dumbass friend laughed at his stupid joke.
I shook my head. He almost wasn't worth the trouble – Almost. Instead of backing
down (yeah right, like I'd ever do that!) I challenged him to a game. The loser had to admit he
lied and had to give the winner 10 bucks. Everyone thought it was fair, including the boasting
punk, although he was reluctant to agree at first.
10 minutes later, I had earned the highest score and put my initials right up under the
first ones. I was happy, I did a little dance and whopped and hollered. The boasting punk
handed over the 10 bucks, but he looked really pissed off and was reluctant to release the
money. I felt sorry for him, so I shook his hand, told him it was a good game and that I had
never played anyone who played as well as he did (which was a total lie, because Heero could
kick my butt in this game with his eyes closed.)
The punk and his friend left the arcade and the rest of the crowd dispersed and went to
watch or play other video games. I hung out inside the arcade for a while, but I got bored
quickly. So I decided to leave and get something to eat, after all, I did earn myself 10 dollars.
Usually, I go to a pizza place I really like around the corner from the arcade. Depending
on my mood, sometimes I walk around the corner, and other times I take the alleyway. That
day, I was hungry, so I took the alleyway. How was I supposed to know that that boasting
punk was pissed off that I made a fool of him? How was I supposed to know that the $10 he
gave me was all the money he had? How was I supposed to know that he had a violent temper?
How was I supposed to know he had a switchblade in his pocket? I wasn't, but I should have
kept my big mouth shut.
As I turned down the alleyway, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and there
was the punk and his friend. They didn't look too happy. I decided to lighten up the situation
with one of my jokes. I forgot that most people don't think my jokes are all that funny. In fact,
most of my jokes get some people pissed off, which was the case for the punk. He rushed me
and the next thing I know is the searing pain in my stomach.
"This'll teach you to put your nose where it doesn't belong and keep your mouth shut."
He whispered in my ear as I slumped down against the wall, the blade still in my stomach. He
took the blade out and wiped my blood on my shirt. Then he reached in my pocket and took
the $10 I won from him. With a short laugh, he and his friend walked away, leaving me alone in
the alleyway, bleeding.
Now, I've felt quite a lot of pain in my days as a Gundam pilot, but never this terrible.
Still I managed to stand up and make my way to the apartment I shared with Heero. As I
entered the room we shared, I found that he was still working on that damn laptop he insisted
on working with day in and day out.
I stood in the doorway, looking at my roommate, my comrade, my best friend, my
lover. He was truly a sight to be held, even with his back turned towards me. To think that I
considered him my family was both depressing and appraising. I loved him, and deep down, I
knew that he loved me, too. But that day, he did something that made me doubt that love.
As I entered the room, I let out a small whimper, I couldn't help it, I was in pain. But
Heero practically barked at me.
"What do you want, Duo? I don't need any of your loud-mouthed antics right now.
Please leave before I'm forced to hurt you."
I had to admit that I was surprised that he actually said a whole sentence to me, but I
was still in pain. And I was losing a lot of blood quickly. So I tried to tell him.
"Heero…." I tried to tell him, I swear, but my voice seemed to have disappeared.
"Not. Another. Word. Please leave." He barked once more at me. He didn't even turn
around to look at me. I whimpered again, turned around and left. I think I got blood on most of
the walls as I headed for the door. My vision was blurry and I was having trouble standing up
straight, so more than likely, I bumped and brushed against most of the walls of the apartment.
The moment I got to the street, I headed for the hospital. I tried to stop some people
and ask for help. I could hardly see and I was getting weaker by the minute. But everyone I
tried to stop would just look at me disgustedly and walk around me. I suppose I had the black
close I was wearing to blame. No one could see the blood that was hidden in my black shirt
and pants. I was practically crying by the time I got 3 blocks away from my apartment. I knew I
wasn't going to make it.
Finally, I just gave up. I went up to a building and slumped against the wall. And as I sat
there, I thought to myself that if I hadn't taken the time to try and tell Heero, I might have made
it to the hospital. For some odd reason, I found that funny.
"I'm dying and no one cares." I thought to myself, as the people on the street stepped
over me and continued to walk down the street. My vision was getting worse. There was a dark
haze surrounding my vision and everything was getting darker. I was getting scared, but there
was really nothing that I could do. Just before everything got dark, I heard someone call my
name. I looked up and saw the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen. I thought to myself that
my guardian angel was coming to take me to the other side. And at the same time I thought this,
I also thought to myself, why are those beautiful eyes filled with horror and worry? And before I
could think anything else, darkness took me.
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Okies! I was planning on not having chapters with this particular story, but what the
heck! I thought it was getting too long and I'm too tired to try and finish this tonight. I think It's
coming along nicely, don't you think? Well let me know!